Friday was Mom’s wake. All the kids, all the grandkids, all the great-grandkids were there. Dad’s sister and cousins were there as well.

Dad had also invited many of Mom’s friends as well.

I had too many crying jags. Dad was tearing up all the time. I’m tearing up now.

I wish the liquor scattered over [her], Johnny Walker Blue.

On a more serious note:

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